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| - If you have a burning desire to be talked to like a piece of garbage by a pimply-faced teen boy on a power trip, by all means, give this Papa John's a try!
We made an online order of pizza and breadsticks. Nothing difficult. It's Sunday. No Steelers, Pirates, or Pens game. Can't be that busy. Our email confirmation said 30-40 minutes.
After an hour, we call. The order is on it's way, this kid says. A half an hour after that, we call. The same kid explains that the driver got stuck at another location, but assured us he was on his way now. After another 15 minutes, we call again and cancel the order, because at this point our food had been cold for well over 45 minutes.
The kid was such a snot that I'm still upset about it. I hope one day he grows up and becomes a contributing member of society. If you like being treated like a valued customer, I would steer clear of this place.
Off to grab my take order from Slice on Broadway.
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